"Let's get a few things straight, Harm." Spike pursed his lips, holding back on the desire to hit her. He really couldn't remember how hitting people went, even if you weren't planning to kill them. "Yeah, I've got a soul, won it fair and square. Last time I checked, I was the one that sent the bitch packing, not the other way around. And since I don't have the slightest bleeding clue what you're talking about beyond that, I can safely say you saying too much doesn't matter."
Annoyed, as he had a tendency to feel around Harmony, he pulled out a pack of cigarettes, lighting one up. "Especially since I'm not 'your' Spike."